This morning began with a slightly rainy Thanksgiving 5-mile run with our six “big kids” and my sister’s family and a few friends. If you had told me a couple of years ago that I would ever voluntarily leave my home at 8 am on Thanksgiving morning to run 5 miles in the rain, I’m not sure I would have believed you. And yet, amazingly, we all did, and enjoyed it as well! I still have a bit of a love-hate relationship with running, but increasingly the love is winning. I love the energy I have for my kids now, the feeling of pushing myself to do something hard, the fresh air and time to think. I’m not sure I will ever be the marathon (or even half-marathon) type, but I’ve settled into a happy little groove with running, and I’m thankful for that.
I’m thankful for kids that willingly helped peel sweet potatoes even after running five miles in the rain, and for my mama who watched the rest of the gang at home this morning and had all the regular potatoes peeled before we even got back.
Thanksgiving dinner was smaller this year without our usual out-of-state cousins, but it was joyful nonetheless.
I’m thankful to be surrounded on all sides by family who truly see our children for the blessings they are, no matter how many come along.
I’m thankful for laughter and fun as we draw near the end of the stangest year of all of our lives.
Above all, I am thankful for the God who has given all of these good gifts. He becomes realer and truer to me the longer I live and walk with Him, and this year has been no exception. Happy Thanksgiving!